Xingyu did not know where Lin Yunxiu was heading, so she could only follow him in silence.
The Ghost Market was even more unbelievable than described in books, emerging like a desert mirage from bottomless darkness.
The bluestone path seemed to stretch on forever, and countless twisted, blurred figures roamed through the gaps of blood-red candlelight and ubiquitous shadows. Every ghost grinned the moment Xingyu's gaze fell upon them, exposing brilliant, eerie, and horrifying smiles, only to shrink back and collapse inward under Lin Yunxiu's casual glance, fading into withered, decaying wisps of light.
Chapter 240